“Thank you, Luna,” she breathed. “But I don’t understand. Why are you doing all this? You’ve never…” Her voice trailed off, but she didn’t need to finish; I could hear the unspoken words loud and clear. You’ve never shown me this level of care or compassion before. I felt my chest constrict painfu
Hannah I stood frozen in place, the bathroom door still swinging shut behind me. My heart was pounding in my chest as I clutched the little blue pills tightly in my palm, paralyzed by my handmaid’s ominous words. They’re not what you think they are. What did she mean by that? These were the sa
He moved behind me then, pressing close as he patted down my back and sides. Goddess, it had been too long since I had been touched so intimately. Far too long; I felt like a mare in heat just then. I shuddered at the feeling of his hands on me, my face growing warm despite myself. Noah seemed t
Noah Noah strode into the library, his eyes immediately searching for Hannah. She should have been here by now, but… “Once upon a time…” He heard her voice coming from around a corner, and followed it. A moment later, he found her sitting on a small stool in the center of a circle of children.
Dammit, he thought. Dammit all. With a resigned sigh, Noah pushed away from the wall and made his way over to the group. Hannah stood, gesturing to the stool with a smirk, and Noah shot her a withering look before sitting in her place. A young boy immediately thrust a book into his hands, and No
Hannah I couldn’t breathe. Something dreadful swelled in my chest, my breath lodged in my throat as I stumbled blindly away from the library room. Hot tears streamed down my cheeks, my shoulders shaking with the force of my silent sobs. Seeing Noah like that, laughing and joking and carrying o
Hannah I pushed open the door to the apothecary, the little bell above tinkling against the glass as I stepped inside. The familiar scent of dried herbs and crushed botanicals filled my nostrils, somehow both soothing and making my stomach twist with anxiety. “Good morning,” the elderly man behi
Hannah “Thanks for meeting me,” I said, shrugging off my jacket and sliding into the leather booth. “I didn’t want to do this over the phone.” Viona arched an eyebrow, but she didn’t press me for details right away. Instead, she simply signaled the waiter for a couple of drinks as I withdrew the